The tramcar stopped at the rue de Château, which was the terminus. The man descended and walked away quietly. Sholmes followed at so short a distance that Ganimard protested, saying:
“If he should turn around he will suspect us.”
“He will not turn around.”
“How do you know?”
“He is an accomplice of Arsène Lupin, and the fact that he walks in that manner, with his hands in his pockets, proves, in the first place, that he knows he is being followed and, in the second place, that he is not afraid.”
“But I think we are keeping too close to him.”
“Not too close to prevent his slipping through our fingers. He is too sure of himself.”
“Ah! Look there! In front of that café there are two of the bicycle police. If I summon them to our assistance, how can the man slip through our fingers?”
“Well, our friend doesn’t seem to be worried about it. In fact, he is asking for their assistance himself.”
“Mon Dieu!” exclaimed Ganimard, “he has a nerve.”